Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-02-01
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is now among Us, have had an occa-
sionaI glimpse Of the WORLD, aud
knowing that way back ia the sos
the sen. Jones Of the WORLD was
more or less acquainted with our sec
ton | thought that letter might
prove interesting to him and some Of
the readers of the WORLD as well.
Butte Creek valley is not, perhaps,
the most faFored spot on our little
globe; but then it is far from being
the least, and to one who can be CON
tent with good home, the comforts
'of life and the society afforded nv his
family, with neighborly visit now
and then, it presents many attrac-
tons. Surrounded by high, rugged
mountains, whose rocky sides oetray
tteir volcanic origin; with the blue
berrieG jumpers and scrubby oaks
nesting at their feet, and the tall
pines and frs raising their heads
above their SUBMITS; with old Shas-
ia towering sentinel-like over all, her
spotless helmet rejecting the daz-
zling rays Of the morning sun, it is
indeed a pretty setting for the valley
below, where the autumn-t tinted
leaves from the mountains are fut-
tering in the winters wind like red
and gold butterflies, and the yellow
topped sagebrush mods to the jack
ass rabbit But then there are some
who never observe these things-who
have no eye for natures charms, and
who would probably liken the snow
drifts OH the dark blue OF the distant
ranges to cotton patch OH pair of
dark blue overalls. They notice the
SCOT speck and it conceals from them
the generous flap jack underneath as
Il dime held close TO the eye will shut
out the world, | have even heard
our valley compared to life in II soap
kettle, with sides so high you can'i
see over the top. In fact it has suf-
ferad many indignities. The stock
men have chrlstened it ''the desert;
the immigrant seeking home has
passed it by without glance, and the
traveller hurries his jaded steed to es-
cape from the sea of sagebrush, while
all the time good old dame Ceres has
been waiting for someone to uncover
her cold, damp bosom to the suns
warmth, and receive the reward which
she has been holding in readiness
= For over a quarter of century the
level plans have been the grazing
+ grounds for vast herds of cattle
Droves of horses have munched tn,
e uxuriant bunch grass, many Of then
V never feeling the restraint Of a halter
1 kicking up their unshod boots in un
! restricted freedom to the last Herd
II Of antelope still visit the valley, rails
d ing their heads at the whir of sage
n hens wings, and off aud away TOWARD
: the mountains, with the speed of tn,
I, wind, at the sight of a horseman. !
/ few years ago one of the many VIII,
Il have accepted the immortal Horace
e hint, about moving westward, in tn
r. course of his wanderiugs CHANGED t
a drop into Butte valley. He locke
n under the sagebrush, examined tn
Is soil, and taking advantage of Unel
lie Sans generosity, selected his birth
p right of 100 acres. He built himsel
to log cabin, bought mattock an
ID went to work. He grubbed an
s. plowed and sowed and narrowed. Th
ID harvest time came and with 1t a
pit abundant crop. This was three year
RS ago. A few happened along and 70
lie lowed his example, but it was not III
.ir til last spring that there was any de
of cided immigration. At that tim
ne quite a number came in, and no
n nearly all of the land in the necks